—Holy Modal Rounders, originally Charles E. Trevathan late 1800's
Have you heard about the bully that's just come into town?
He's rounding up the people and layin' their bodies down.
And I'm looking for the bully of the town.
I just got here from Tennessee, and I can't allow
No redneck rebel roustabout with me to raise a row
And I'm looking for that Bully to make him bow.
Chorus:
As I walk this levee round, round, round, round,
Every night I can't be found, found, found, found,
As I walk this levee round, just lookin' for that bully, and he must be found.
I'm goin' to the corner with my ax in my hand,
I'm gonna find that bully, and I'll sweep him off the land.
And I'm lookin' for that bully, to make him stand.
I'm goin' to the corner, to get my razor blade,
I'm gonna find that bully and lay him in the shade,
And I'm lookin for the bully of the town.
Chorus
Now when you see me comin' heist your window high,
And when you see me goin' hang your head and cry,
And I'm lookin' for that bully and he must die.
My madness keeps a—risin' I ain't gonna get left,
I'm gettin' so evil I'm scared of myself.
And I'm gonna put that bully on a shelf.
Chorus
Verse:
| I | Ib | I | I – I7 |
| IV | IV | IV | II7 |
| V | V | I | I |
Chorus:
| I | I | V | V |
| V | V | I | I |
| I | I7 | IV | IV |
| V | V | I | I |
Among the many extra verses:
When I got done with that bully, a doctor and a nurse
Weren't no good to him, so they put him in a hearse,
A cyclone couldn't have tore him up much worse.
You don't hear 'bout that fella that treated folks so mean,
Go down to the levee and his face just won't be seen.
Now there's only one boss bully, and that one's me.